Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Mr. Brochard was stunned for a moment, then smiled with relief. "Yes, that's as it should be! Young people's vigor is wonderful! But I'm afraid an old man like me isn't up to such a killing spree. This matter still depends mainly on you young people."

"You have been able to move freely on this demon-controlled island for many years. I guess your skills are by no means old or decrepit." Russell seemed to casually praise Mr. Brochard.

It was precisely because of this that Russell did not hastily turn against Brochard. He did not think that this old man who could move around the island seemingly casually was a simple person. Russell was worried that if he acted rashly, he would never be able to find the Cornflower.

Unfortunately, Brochard had already put on his goat-head mask again, so Russell had no way of judging his expression.

"Hahaha, Mr. Russell, you're too kind. I just happen to know a little trick to deal with those devil's minions." Brochard said with a chuckle.

Russell listened attentively with great interest.

"For example, I'm like this now. I wear a sheep's head mask and hide in the shadows to avoid the devil's seemingly omnipresent prying eyes." Mr. Brochard said in a serious tone.

This old guy really knew that there was a devil watching in the dark.

So, does he really want to break the curse and leave the island, or does he want to lead us into a devil's trap? It's not clear yet.

Russell still did not believe what Mr. Brochard said, and he remained calm and skeptical.

Russell didn't reveal a single ounce of his true thoughts. Instead, he asked in surprise, "Oh? The devil is watching?"

"Yes, this island is full of devil's spies, and the devil will use some evil magic to monitor every move on this island." Mr. Brochard thought that the information he threw out shocked Russell, so he quickly struck while the iron was hot.

As Brochard had expected, Russell asked anxiously, "Are you saying that we have fallen into the demon's surveillance?"

Brochard's goat-head mask hid his smile. "Yeah, I guess it's watching everything you do."

Russell did not deny Brochard's statement. As long as he left the Cornflower, he did feel that he was being watched, and this kind of watching made him feel uncomfortable.

At this time, Russell noticed that Margaret's breathing was no longer long. It was obvious that she had woken up and was just dozing with her eyes closed.

"So, I guess the devil has seen my conversation with you? Is your concealment method still effective, Mr. Brochard?" Russell continued to ask.

"It can only see you standing up from a distance. It can't hear our conversation, nor can it see me." Brochar said calmly.

Please beg me quickly, beg me to share with you the method of concealing the breath, so that I can take the initiative in the negotiation.

However, Russell's reaction was not what Mr. Brochard had expected.

Russell simply nodded. "That's good. Then, let's discuss how we can work together. I believe you wouldn't mind sharing with us some of the information you've already obtained. Mr. Brochard, since you've invited us to collaborate, this is the basis of our cooperation."

"No, not now." Brochard shook his head and refused.

Russell's voice immediately turned cold. "Oh? I don't see any sincerity in your cooperation, Mr. Brochard. Perhaps I should reconsider my proposal."

"Don't be anxious, Mr. Russell. I don't have much time left to hide, and I can't finish sharing all the information in a short time!" Mr. Brochard explained, shaking his head.

Russell remained silent.

Mr. Brochard cursed the little fox in his heart, knowing that if he didn't reveal some useful information today, this cooperation would be ruined. The young man named Russell seemed to be unyielding.

"Well, Mr. Russell. To show my sincerity, I will first teach you how to detect and break the traps set by the demon, as well as how to circumvent those patrolling mechanical puppets."

After finishing his serious remarks, Mr. Brochard continued, "We'll meet again in the small town ahead after you've crossed the jungle. I have a safe house there, and you'll be able to recognize it at a glance."

There's a small town across the jungle? I wonder if it's a demon town, or if it has real human residents.

Russell raised his eyebrows and temporarily suppressed his doubts in his heart: "Okay, I look forward to meeting you again. I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation, Mr. Brochard."

Russell stretched out his hand into the darkness, and Mr. Brochard took Russell's hand, shook the two hands gently, and then separated.

"It's been a pleasure working with you, Mr. Russell."

Mr. Brochard turned to go, then recollected something and added, "Oh, by the way, I'm not there for two hours before and after noon. If you arrive at noon, just wait a little, Mr. Russell."

After saying that, Brochard's figure quickly passed through the jungle and disappeared into the shadows.

The author says:

Author's words: Thanks to 0v0 for the monthly ticket and urging for more updates

Thanks to Bloodthirsty Bronze Bull for the reward and coins

Thanks to Tianqing for the reminder and coins

076 Misunderstanding

When the wind blowing through the palm trees grew still, Margaret asked, "Have you decided to cooperate with this Mr. Brochard, my Lord?"

"No, probing is more important than cooperating." Russell shook his head slightly. "Although we are cooperating in name only, we cannot let down our guard against him."

Margaret nodded seriously, then continued, "Then, my Lord, would you like to write down what Mr. Brochar said about breaking traps and avoiding mechanical puppets?"

The task of detecting and breaking traps can be done with the help of the fire creatures summoned by Margaret.

As for the mechanical puppets, avoiding them can only save Russell some effort.

Therefore, in Russell's eyes, the value of these means is not high.

But since Margaret asked this, Russell hesitated for a moment and nodded. "I think even if he wants to do something, he won't think that this little trick can cause us trouble. You can write it down first, and we'll try it tomorrow."

"Yes, my lord."

Margaret took out the notebook she carried with her and quickly wrote down the little tips she had just heard from Mr. Brochard.

If these techniques prove useful, Margaret's naturalist's notebooks will contain some strange trivia.

Margaret leaned close to the bonfire, her expression focused, her pen moving quickly, the firelight reflected in her eyes, and her cheeks were dyed red by the firelight.

Russell quietly looked at the focused Margaret and found her full of charm.

After a while, Margaret closed the notebook and carefully put it away.

Margaret raised her head and smiled at Russell, saying, "Since I'm awake, I'll take over the second half of the night. You should get some sleep, my lord."

Russell shook his head and refused: "It's okay, I'm not tired, and I agreed before that I would be on duty. Go to sleep, Margaret."

Russell did this not simply to take care of Margaret.

Since the second body tempering, flames began to run rampant throughout Russell's body, and his energy became exceptionally vigorous.

One notable change is that Russell hardly needs sleep now, which is in stark contrast to when he first traveled through time and fell into a deep sleep as soon as it got dark.

Seeing Russell's serious attitude, Margaret no longer insisted on keeping watch.

But she smiled and said to Russell: "My Lord, it is very uncomfortable to sleep against a palm tree. And I always feel a little scared and can't sleep well."

"Oh? Then how do you want to sleep?"

Margaret pulled Russell and sat on the grass together. Then she snuggled in Russell's arms and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Well, okay, this is both safe and comfortable." Margaret smiled and gently pecked Russell's lips with her lips.

Then Margaret twisted in Russell's arms, finding a comfortable position. She closed her eyes and whispered, "Good night, then, my Lord."

"OK, good night."

…………

When the morning sun shone on Rosaline's face and she woke up contentedly, this was the scene she saw: Margaret had a sweet expression on her face, leaning in Russell's arms with her eyes closed, but her fluttering eyelids showed that she was awake.

Rosalyn protested in dissatisfaction, "Ah! How cunning! I also want to sleep in Russell's arms!"

Margaret opened her eyes, put a finger to her lips, and whispered, "Shh, my lord just fell asleep."

Rosalyn covered her mouth with her hand, but she still frowned, expressing strong dissatisfaction with Margaret.

In fact, Margaret woke up in the morning, and after switching shifts with Russell, she realized that Rosalyn was about to wake up, so she sat back in Russell's arms.

Rosalyn's angry look was just as Margaret expected, which made Margaret feel very good.

Margaret quietly left Russell's arms, stretched leisurely in the morning light, and showed off her beautiful figure.

Her graceful curves looked amazing in the morning light.

Humph, that's nothing! I have everything you have! My figure is no worse than yours!

Rosalyn's competitive spirit was burning, and she also stretched out her body, stretching her equally impressive figure.

Then Rosalyn heard Margaret's chuckle.

What's so funny! No! I almost fell for her trick! I was going to ask her why she slept in Russell's arms!

So Rosalyn lowered her voice angrily and asked, "Why are you sleeping in Russell's arms?"

"My Lord didn't refuse, so why can't I sleep in His arms?" Margaret asked with a smile.

"You! Me! You!" Rosalyn couldn't find a reason for a moment and was so anxious that she jumped up and down.

Margaret added: "It's because someone slept as soon as they were full and ate as soon as they woke up, wasting a good night. They don't even know what happened at night."

What? What happened last night? Could it be?

"This, this is in the wild, in the jungle!"

Rosalin, who was already well versed in human ethics, blushed as an apple after thinking about it. She stammered and questioned Margaret in a low voice.

"Yes, this is a jungle, what else?" Margaret asked in surprise.

She, she actually didn't take it seriously! Is she so shameless?

Rosalyn was shocked by Margaret's nonchalant attitude.

Is it possible that Russell likes Margaret?

"You two were here last night?" Rosalyn, whose head was starting to smoke, couldn't control her voice and asked loudly.

Russell was awakened by the shocked Rosalyn. He casually replied, "Ah, yes. Last night we reached a cooperation agreement with Mr. Brochard here. Starting today, we will explore Santa Rosalyn Island with him, and strive to break the curse and recover the Cornflower as soon as possible."

Russell yawned and rubbed his eyes. He felt that he had basically recovered his energy after a short nap, so he smiled and said, "Good morning, Rosalyn."

"Ah, ah, good morning." Rosalyn was speechless and answered subconsciously.

"I'm going to pick some fruit to prepare breakfast. Margaret, tell Rosalyn what we talked about with Mr. Brochard last night." Russell gave the order while moving his neck and shoulders and walked away.

Rosalyn hadn't recovered yet. The shock of her imagination was too great. She stammered and asked Margaret, "Did you discuss cooperation with Mr. Brochard last night?"

Margaret suppressed her laughter and nodded: "Yes."

"That's all?" Rosalyn finally recovered from her shock and realized that she seemed to have misunderstood.

"Yes, what else? What do you think?" Margaret said, then bit her lips hard and tightened her face to avoid laughing out loud.

Rosalyn felt extremely ashamed, her face flushed red all the way to her ears: "I, I..."

At this time, Margaret finally couldn't help herself and burst into laughter: "Hahahahaha! Rosalyn! What's that expression on your face? It's too funny! Hahahaha! Ouch, don't pinch me, ouch, don't pinch me! Hahahaha!"

Rosalyn was no longer unaware that she had been tricked by Margaret. She flew into a rage, "Ahhhhh! Go to hell, Margaret!"

Russell was climbing a tree picking wild fruits when he heard a violent explosion of magic coming from the camp.

There was a loud bang and the earth was shaking. The wild fruits that Russell reached out to fell to the ground with a bang, and only a bare branch was left in front of him.

Before Russell had time to worry, he heard Margaret's hearty laughter and Rosaline's angry curses.

"Hahahaha! Hahahahaha! Rosalyn, what are you thinking about in your dirty little head! Hahahahaha!"

"Ahhhhhh! Margaret, I'm going to kill you! Stop right there!"

Russell actually enjoyed watching Margaret and Rosaline playfully, especially Margaret.

After losing her research notes yesterday, Margaret was extremely nervous and looked very bitter and resentful.

Now she can tease Rosaline, which shows that she is slowly adjusting her mindset.

Russell felt relieved and shrugged: "It's so early in the morning, you are really energetic."

The startled birds in the jungle flapped their wings and circled on the treetops, chirping non-stop, as if agreeing with Russell's words.

077 Small Town

After the noisy morning ended, Russell and his three companions continued their journey through the rainforest.

"The spells Mr. Brochar taught me are strange. If it weren't for the divine fire you gave me, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to use them."

After marking yet another trap, Margaret wiped the sweat from her forehead and sighed.

Along the way, Margaret was still in the lead. She didn't know how many traps she had noticed. She marked them carefully and then carefully avoided them with Rosaline and Russell.

During the trip, the three of them also encountered patrolling mechanical puppets, so Margaret tried to use the concealing spell taught by Mr. Brochard.

The spell was very successful. These mechanical puppets ignored Russell and the other two and continued patrolling as if they were completely unaware of them.

Russell blinked. Although the mechanical puppet didn't seem to notice them, the feeling of being secretly watched did not disappear.